The Roots — Adrenaline

[Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechaun I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan Sell a squads off like a slave auction Ayo, my zodiac sign read "Caution" On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit 'em wit' a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door, son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw, son You don't want no more, son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Erie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon enterin' The Roots instrumentalin' Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hole into a nigga pocket Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 2: Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga, tryin' to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup, I was designed to erupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, was caught puzzin' Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked 'em wit' a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil The moat is deep water, so let your hand expand it Commandin', takin' you back like Knots Landing I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, ya'll see in Hampton Yo, what the, what the, what the, what the, what the, what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet, but still I plot Once again [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 3: Dice Raw] Beans passed the MAC and we held 'em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly, baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once shit get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother, kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin' what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin' carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle? Change your name to The Forfeiters 'Cause that's what you do, face to face wit' raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] They used to talk shit, but I'mma quiet them Kick in the door wit' my boys, get to riotin' First nigga that flinch, I'mma fire him Tape him up, grip his hands, and plier them Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in I used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin' 'em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson First class aircrafts what I'm flyin' in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin' them Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' 'em Ran up in y'all spot wit' Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit' Pie and them But do my dirt, 21st, wit' Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and 'em Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and 'em Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin' 'em I know shit right now gettin' dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin' 'em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on 'em These Illadelph foul streets what I'm stompin' in [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline